ney Nova OctaviaAdams. I was the child of a drug user. During visitations my birth mother
would get drunk, therefore in my infant life I was property of the state.
The sixth child of her I was quite fortunate to be taken in by Violet
Perkins. She was nice, and had help from everyone around her. My other
brothers and sisters were either 18 or adopted by mean parents. My sister
and I were so much alike they called us twins. I wish I knew her.
The first girl to enter Violet’s home, she adopted me in 92. I
was not an average child, I struggled with learning disabilities. I was
laughed at picked on, even got into fights. I had a love of nature, loved
to draw leaves and the sun, in kindergarten, I climbed a 10ft high gate to
free a plastic bag. They had to call the fire department to get me down. My
brother Derrick was always there for me. When I got into trouble he use to
lie about it, saying he did it. We had our sibling rivalry, he was always
better than me, I hurt him a lot. He was very upset about finding out that
Violet adopted my younger brother and sister, and not him. He lives with
pain in his heart.
Elementary school was not better, I had no friends, derrick was
gone, and I only had my older sister Amanda to look up to. I wanted to be a
teacher, but I couldn’t without doing my own work. This was a big problem
for me, if I didn’t understand I wouldn’t do it. My sister often says that
I need to beat the odds. The odds say I will get pregnant at 15, drop out
of school at 16 and not go back to school. I state that nothing, no one has
control of my life but me. One person has had great influence over my life,
my sister, Amanda. Amanda was “mother-sister” or often “sister-mother.”
Amanda takes care of school, and of us. She’s a pretty good
mother-sister. I went to an expensive catholic school from 7-8th grade, the
teachers were ok, but they let the bad students get away with everything.
In my 2 years there I improved dramatically, I had friends they were weird
but they were there. Yes, I got suspended sometimes, and I learned from my
mistakes. We had so many times during 8th grade, my life has been perfect.
I attended church on a regular, went to a good school, had excellent grades
my sister was finally proud of me.
Here I am talking about High School. I went to John Dewey for
1year. I had so many friends in Dewey, the teachers were likable and there
was a campus where everyone hangs out (even teachers). I started off good,
slow sliding my grades fell. I was unable to go to gym because of
confidential medical reasons and I live very far from Dewey (never made it
on time). That’s when I decided to try entering Midwood, I got accepted,
and started to improve my work and writing. My mother and sister are glad
that I’m in a great school.
I don’t yet know what my future goals are, but one of them will
include writing. I plan on going to college, maybe not right away (might
take a year off, get a job, and save that money). What I want to do is when
I turn 18 I would like to look for my siblings, get a car, and rent an
apartment in my sister’s house. Write a few children’s books, then college,
I can become a journalist (that’s what my sister wanted to become) or an
English teacher, even an artist. Who knows, I surely don’t, with all my
interest I can be anything.